Part 12 (1/2)

Mary Elizabeth looked frightened

”It's yours,” said the young ave you the five-cent piece shall take care of the ot a wife, too But we'll co entleman whose wife knew all about what to do with orphans took her by the other hand, and one or two -room, and put Mary Elizabeth in a chair at a clean white table, and asked her what she wanted for her supper

Mary Elizabeth said that a little dry toast and a cup of hed And she wondered why

And the young an to look quite happy But he ordered chicken and cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes and celery and rolls and butter and tomatoes and an ice cream and a cup of tea and nuts and raisins and cake and custard and apples and grapes

And Mary Elizabeth sat in her pink dress and red shawl and ate the whole; and why it didn't kill her nobody knows; but it didn't

The young ht be yet, one would have thought who had seen hiirl

”She's preached me the best sermon,” he said below his breath, ”I ever heard May God bless her! I wish there were a thousand like her in this selfish world!”

And when I heard about it I wished so, too

ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS WARD

Oh, there is nothing on earth half so holy As the innocent heart of a child

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THE FROST

The Frost looked forth, one still clear night, And whispered: ”Now I shall be out of sight; So through the valley and over the height, In silence I'll taketrain, The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain, Who make so much bustle and noise in vain, But I'll be as busy as they”

Then he flew to the mountain and powdered its crest; He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed In dia lake he spread A coat of mail, that it need not fear The doard point of in, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head

He went to the s of those who slept, And over each pane, like a fairy, crept; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stept, By the light of the s:--there were flowers and trees; There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees: There were cities with temples and towers; and these All pictured in silver sheen

But he did one thing that was hardly fair; He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there That all had forgotten for hi, I'll bite this basket of fruit,” said he, ”This costly pitcher I'll burst in three, And the glass of water they've left for ”

H F GOULD

CORN-FIELDS

When on the breath of Autu, like an idle thought, The fair, white thistle-down,-- Oh, then what joy to walk at will Upon the golden harvest-hill!